#so why not just choose the standard setter?

[lillianofliterature]

word count: 875 || warnings: thranduil is very smexy

“You sent for me, your majesty?”

When he spoke, the tone of his voice was absolute and almost prim in its poised cadence. “Yes, I did.” 

You knew the patterns of his speech well from years of working for him. You knew how he addressed uncooperative councilmen, threatening tradesmen, viable allies, and even the suitors you had been charged to oversee in his search for a worthy queen to stand beside him. 

And this tone, it seemed so sure, so confident—and yet, somewhere between the hum of his velvet vowels, you picked up on a twinge of nervousness. You couldn’t align his tone with his mannerisms from where he stood beneath the shadow of his throne, his back turned to you. You waited patiently for him to continue.

But what had he to be nervous about? Had it been the unceremoniously dwindling list of suitors you had presented to him earlier that morning? Had the failures of his previous meetings with your elected nobility finally deterred him from finding a proper match?

You could admit to yourself (and yourself alone) that you were grateful he had not yet taken a liking to any one the nobles and fine elven suitors you had been working diligently to propose to him. Sure, it was a lot of work writing up treaty options and researching bloodlines on dozens of elves across the realm for months on end. Boring tedious work, even. But you could at least satiate the feeling of annoyed pointlessness if it meant your beloved king was not yet vowing himself to someone else (and to someone else as a direct result of your referral, no less).

At least now, in the time before he chose his graceful counterpart, you could savor the solitude you often shared as his closest advisor and friend. You could pine for him in secrecy and in the devotion of your excellent work ethic. That is, if he was still satisfied with your presented work---right now, you were unsure of that last bit. Perhaps your duties as astute court matchmaker were being demoted back to royal advisor. (You’d welcome the demotion, honestly.)

“I read your proposals twice over this morning,” he said, so casually suave, “And I must admit I was rather disappointed with what I found.”

“Is it the quantity that’s troublesome to you, my king? After our last few rendezvous with the available nobility in your kinship, I thought it best to remove any of the suitors that resembled the incompatible experiences you’ve suffered thus far,” you diligently explained, “I can run through the lists again and include everyone, if that is what you wish.”

There was a beat of silence as his chin rose, his eyes roaming the golden lights high above him in the caverned palace. He had yet to face you still.

“It isn’t the quantity, (Y/n).” He stated flatly. 

“Was it the individualized treaties I proposed under their names, then? I assure you, I went to great lengths to include what they would be offering along with their companionship, your majesty. Many of them are proposing complete loyalty through the fair trade agreements we signed to last spring. I checked everyone’s several times over. There was one I highlighted for you—did you see it? Lady Etheniel’s family is rich in the textile business. You could have an entirely new wardrobe made by the fall if you accepted, or possibly even a new market of fabrics for the entire wood–-”

“(Y/n).” He calmly asserted your name in such a way that prompted your silence. With a word still halfway out of your mouth, you pursed your lips to clip the sentence short. You dropped your expressive hand to your corseted waistband. Slowly, he turned his head to the side, just enough to glance at your over his shoulder as he spoke.

“What I meant to say is,” he paused, swallowing over a hurdle in his throat. He turned his shoulders toward you a little more, still seemingly too shy to fully face you. “I summoned you here to express that all of the referrals we’ve gone over in the last few months are indefinitely lacking, no matter their background or what material trade they can offer us.”

Oh, you swallowed. Well, what did he expect you to do? Every suitable elf this side of Mount Doom had already been turned out during the formal meeting or scoured over on your lists for the king. You couldn’t materialize whatever ideal mate he was envisioning for himself. 

“However, I seem to have found a solution to this troubling affair,” he stated. You watched pensively as he poured himself a glass of wine. Only after he had set the bottle down and cradled the goblet with effortless elegance did he fully turn to you, striking gaze and all.

“The solution was rather obvious. I’m ashamed to say I hadn’t thought of it before we endured months of this trivial nonsense.”

You waited for more, but he seemed to be waiting for a response of some sort. An indication that you were fully attentive, bated on his next words.

“And what solution would that be, my king?”

His lips tipped into a devilish smirk. “Well, you, of course.”

[please ask before using my imagines as prompts, or at least give credit to the idea if you are inspired by it. do not copy what I’ve already written. do not repost. thank you!]  [gif not mine, found on google ages ago.]

#might make a full fic on this one #there's always a problem with the suitors #none of them really reach that standard you've subconsciously set for him in his mind #because they aren't you #so why not just choose the standard setter? #thranduil x reader #lee pace #thranduil imagine #thranduil imagines #the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit imagines #lee pace imagine #lee pace imagines #lee pace x reader

[webshooterrr9]

Stamina

Volleyball AU, in which Miguel is your teammate

pairing: outsidehitter!Miguel x setter!reader

Word count: 1.8k

CW: explicit 18+ content, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, dry humping, praise, arguing because they're both stubborn as hell

fic under the cut!!

The year is 2099, national sports teams are now gender-integrated, making it harder to get a spot on the team, since you have twice the amount of competition. Not to mention that volleyball is a sport heavily influenced by height, and although you’re pretty tall for a female, you’re going up against men who are almost 7’0" or above.

Luckily you placed on the USA team, marking your place as an incredible setter. Now, you’re two years in and preparing for the next Olympics.

During your team practice today, you got into an argument with your outside hitter, Miguel O’hara. You and your teammates were in the middle of running a 6.2 lineup, when you messed up a set towards Miguel. It wasn’t a huge issue at first, people mess up all the time, even at Olympic levels, but the screw ups kept happening. After practice was over, and all the other teammates left the gym, he spoke.

“Are you stupid?” Miguel clenches his fists as you two argue, his uniform sticking tightly to his muscular torso.

You gaze at his tall frame, beads of sweat dripping down his face from an intense practice. You had admired his physique during practice many times before, but you didn’t have time to ogle over him now, not when you were arguing like this.

“Am I stupid? You’re stupid! All of your receives today sucked, you only made it to the ball in time when you had to hit!” your hands find their way to your hips as you shout.

“And your sets have been trash! I could barely get a good hit in the whole time!” Miguel yelled as he stepped towards you. He looked almost intimidating, but you weren’t scared. This wasn’t the first time he had yelled at you before, and it wouldn’t be the last. Still, that didn’t mean that what he said didn’t piss you off.

“It’s a miracle you’re our main setter with how sloppy you were today.”

“Oh please, you’re lucky to even have your position. The only reason you’re a starter is because you’re a fucking tower.” That wasn’t true. He was an incredible player, but whatever.

You step closer to him, fists balled up just like his. There was a tension between you two, the anger rising. “At least I worked hard to get here, you just got your spot handed to you.” you spat.

Miguel was livid, his face was even more red now than it was from the workout. “Are you kidding me? I had to work for my spot just like everyone else. Your sets are the reason why I messed up today. I bet the coaches didn’t even choose you for your abilities, you probably just slept with them to get here.”

Oh hell no. “My sets are fucking incredible, you asshole!” you shove him. “I wouldn’t be on this team if they weren’t. I’m not a whore like you are.” you were all up in each other’s faces now, glaring at each other with the heat of a thousand suns. “You’re just a lousy snob who can’t adapt to your surroundings. Don’t project your high standards onto me.”

“I have every right to have high standards, we’re on the national team for God’s sake! I shouldn’t have to play cleanup for you all the time!” his muscular chest heaves with his anger, getting even more riled up than you were. So much for the strong, silent type.

“Play cleanup for me? I’m the one who has to play cleanup for you!”

Miguel just glares at you, fuming. You can see his gaze lingering down to your body, but you don’t know if it’s because he’s sizing you up or not. “Just admit it: you’re not good enough to be on this team.”

“I won’t admit to something that’s not true.” All the yelling almost made you out of breath, but you stood tall. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. “You don’t have the stamina to keep up with me… or anyone on this team for that matter.” you breathe out, glaring at him.

“Oh?”

Miguel’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned down to be eye-level with you. The truth was, his heart was pounding, he had never seen you so worked up before. The sweat shining on your forehead, the panting of your breath, and the fierce look in your eyes was a combo he had never seen before - not up close at least.

“You think I don’t have stamina?” his voice dropped just above a whisper, the question laced with a certain venom. “Try me, chiquita. I’ll show you stamina.”

Jesus Christ.

Oh he definitely did that on purpose. There was no way he made your heart race and thoughts cloud like this on accident. He knew what he said.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Your teammate looked at you in a way you had never seen from him before. His large hands, perfect for a front row player, find purchase on your waist, pulling you closer to him. But you wouldn’t make this easy for him.

“Don’t tempt me, muñeca.” he breathes, dipping his head right next to your ear.

Shit. Nevermind. I guess this would be easy for him.

When he pressed his lips to yours, ever so softly despite the attitude you were giving him, you didn’t reject it. The kiss progressed slowly, tentatively, the two of you unsure of how to explore the situation. The past two years of on-and-off pining for your arrogant teammate was paying off, but you never thought you’d get this far. His mouth kissed yours curiously, trying to read your feelings for him.

The gentleness of the kiss was short-lived, though, as the tension from earlier quickly returned to the surface. You took his face in your hands, cupping his jaw and pulling him closer to you. The inquisitive caress of his lips on yours became a stronger, messier, more desperate call for action. His hands wandered across your back, occasionally dipping down to grip the ass that was shaped by years of playing a lower body sport.

Much to your dismay, he broke away, panting. The flush on his cheeks and the thrumming of his heart was evidence of an excitement he hadn’t felt in a while now.

“You…” his finger lifted to twist a strand of your hair. “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” you said back, completely captivated by the look in his eyes. He was staring at you like you were a goddess, like he was holding a piece of the sky in his hands.

“We can’t do this here,” he whispered. “Not on the court.”

“Let’s go back to your place, then,” you say, running your thumb over his cheeks. He absentmindedly leans into the touch. “You only live like ten minutes away, right?”

“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” he says.

“Well, you’ll just have to.”

“You like that, sweet girl?”

“God, yes…” you whined. He began to suckle on your clit, the pressure alone enough to make you see stars. You arched your core against his mouth as his tongue flicked over you, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. You carded your fingers through his hair, reveling in the way it curled around your hands.

He moved lower and pushed his tongue into your entrance. He slipped one of his long fingers inside you, massaging your velvety walls in just the way you liked. The two of you moaned in tandem as he made his movements more precise, while grinding his needy bulge onto the pillow below him. You’ve never been with a guy who’d settle for humping a pillow, but Miguel seemed to focus on feasting on your cunt and hearing your pretty sounds to care too much about his own pleasure.

“God, Mig…!” you groaned, letting your head fall back against his sheets. He looked up at you from where he was settled between your legs, still fully clothed but with a look of pure wanton need in his eyes.

“That’s it, mami, let go for me…”

You moaned and writhed as he attached his mouth to your clit once more, pumping his fingers in and out of your entrance with fervor. You couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around his fingers. It was getting increasingly difficult to stop yourself from full-on riding his face. You whimpered as your orgasm slowly crept up on you. “Miguel…”

“Come on, baby, it’s okay…” he hummed against your core, the vibrations of his voice on your cunt making you twitch in delight. He seemed almost as needy as you, rutting against the pillow under him and chasing his high just as you were. “Cum on my face, baby, please.” your wetness was coating his lips and chin as he lifted his face to speak, and he quickly dived back down to eat you out. There was something so carnal in the way he pleaded for you to give into the pleasure he was giving you, the desperation in his voice to have you come undone.

The insane amount of precum seeping through his underwear was soaking his pillow as he thrusted against it, syncing up the timing with his fingers that were knuckle-deep in your pussy. The obscenely lewd sounds of his mouth working against your sex was enough to drive you over the edge. Your hips lifted off the mattress as your wave of pleasure crashed over you, your vision blurring and voice breaking into a sob.

Your toned thighs clenched around his head, trapping his face deep into your core. “God, Miguel… you feel so fucking good…”

Your praise was enough to send him into the throes of his own pleasure, his release soaking the pillowcase beneath him, just as yours had soaked his beautiful face. He pulled back from you, crying out your name as he finished.

The two of you were utterly spent.

After changing his cum-drenched boxers, and pillowcase, he came back to lie down next to you, slumping onto the soft sheets of his bed. You were still catching your breath from the passionate encounter, and so was he. Miguel pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and hugged your waist, pulling you close to him in a comfortable embrace.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby…” he murmurs into your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. “I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier.”

“I’m sorry, too.” you reply, turning your head to face him. He looked more handsome than ever, a soft expression on his face that replaced his normally focused one. “You’re not a bad hitter. You’re our best, actually.”

“And you’re not a bad setter, chiquita. You’re wonderful.” Miguel smiles at you, planting another soft kiss on your skin.

“We should make this a regular thing,” he suggests, squeezing your waist.

“Don’t push it, guapo,” you laugh. “We’ll see how you behave next practice.”

“Deal.”

dividers by @cafekitsune

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[clyches]

the girls you loved before ୨♡୧ piss 4 !

masterlist — ୨♡୧ — the girls (+ y/n) —୨♡୧ — act 1; i.

ON the other hand, this friend group is already rather expected, to say the least. kozume kenma and tetsurō kuroo, being the best of friends, were together their whole life. they were the only ones together their whole life; so it was rather a surprise that kenma had welcomed hinata shoyo into his walls, despite their differences. (i guess kenma is just attracted to his opposites, his whole friend group is just a mess of what he isn’t) while bokuto koutarou was simply kuroo’s frenemy, always attempting to one up one another, no matter how far ahead of everyone they may be.

AT first, kenma dreaded the energetic invitations the boys had given him to play volleyball — he would choose his games any day, but what can you do, say no? he isn’t that cruel to ignore the pleas of his childhood best friend, the owl’s vivacity, and shoyo’s sparkles in his orbs.

EVENTUALLY, kenma had just accepted his fate being the “official” setter of their 4-man team. it had became a hobby; a habit; a chore. obviously, he did appreciate them... just a little bit. they were the ones who had forced him to pop his bubble, and step out of his comfort zone; the said bubble seemed to have consisted of video games, his room, food, and himself.

THE year that tetsurō had to go to his college; the year that kenma was in his last year of high school; the year that he was overjoyed (this may be an exaggeration of the opposite), was when everything started. once the kuroo tetsurō was out of sight, out of mind, all the spotlight had gone to kenma. being the center of attention would’ve made him uncomfortable, but thanks to his friends, it didn’t. and instead, he tried to enjoy it. keyword: tried.

KENMA learned how to attract, some say even better than tetsurō. girl after girl, no one really did last that long; no one knows if it was because of his ridiculously impossible standards or the girls were the problem, but it was still all the same: it ended. he only had one — two — serious relationships, one of which didn’t really matter. everything was happening in shoyo’s view (rather, supervision), hence why koutarou and tetsurō were still updated, even if kenma preferred to keep his affairs a secret. he just couldn’t escape them.

IN present time, now that they’re complete again... which he isn’t the most enthusiastic about, kenma had moved on from this phase of his — why does he sound like a 13 year old boy? — and had gotten back to his relatively normal attitude, the video games 4 life thing, excluding the daily drabble he has about how love is disgusting. eugh! do you really believe in that? (and we’re pretty sure his friends know the true reason why, even if kenma tries to convince himself that it really isn’t real).

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ sorta fun facts !

TETSURŌ developed a talent for music when he was away. he can do it; whether it be composing, playing instruments, or even singing, you name it! it surprised shoyo and kenma a lot, how could have he kept that as a secret?! tetsurō had even made a name for himself on twitter.

DESPITE previous beliefs, kenma actually hates gatorade. he would prefer his “gamer drink” to be water. (wow, totally healthy for someone who stares at a computer monitor for 12 hours a day)

SHOYO had always used to left out the detail that kenma would have mood swings when one of his flings left (or he did) whenever he tells taro and tetsu about another girl their pudding head had.

KENMA’S and shoyo’s profile picture was chosen by koutarou, he said they had to look “flamboyant” on twitter like he does.

ACTUALLY, the boys (sho, tetsu, and taro) have the same condo. in not so much of a surprise to them, kenma refused to share the same living space as them and would prefer to pay full price for his own condominium. this is also why their gc name is like that (tetsurō named it), kenma used his cat’s piss as booby traps, but alas, the three had swung by so much that he thinks he should ask them for rent.

the girls you loved before — a kenma social media au !

sypnosis. you, being the president of the hopeless romantic club (and possibly the only member) of tokyo university, you are an absolute dork for love & adore seeing it in the air. on the other end of the spectrum, kenma has completely given up in love, due to all his failed attempts, and just can’t believe that true love could even exist. when two absolute opposite dispositions suddenly collide, the universe just can't help to make a bittersweet mess!

notes. i did not expect this to be so long yet crappy, i’m sorry T__T i just had too much ideas in my head so i got kind of carried away, ehe. i appreciate all the new support everyone has given me (still massive thanks to syl !!) & i hope you enjoyed this chapter as well :D i would publish the official first chapter by this week, probably! (i just have some activities on my plate so...)

taglist. OPEN ! — dm or send an ask to be added :D

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[susanfile1]

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[iwa1zumis]

“i love you and i like you”: passion and burnout in Haikyuu!! 

tw: discussions of self harm, anxiety, burnout and breakdowns. 

spoilers for the whole manga!! 

okay this is probably gnna be jflkafjdklfj all over the place, but i’ve been thinking a lot lately about the difference between loving and liking something, and how haikyuu emphasises the importance of both those feelings being present when pursuing a passion. 

a quick look at google (and i KNOW my college professors are cringing away in horror victor frankenstein-style @ my use of google definitions but jflajfsdk bear with me!!) demonstrates how often the concepts of love and like are conflated, with love her being framed as a sort of deeper or more intense like: “to like or enjoy very much” to be specific. but personally i’ve always thought there’s something a bit misleading about that kind of definition, since its absolutely possible to love something or someone without necessarily liking them. to take a personal example: i love debate. i debated through middle and high school, made captain of the debate team, and was constantly travelling to and fro for different tournaments. even before i started to debate formally i’d jump at the chance to do mini-debates in class, argue with and rebut parents and friends over meals and causal conversation.... you get the idea. i loved debate, and still love it dearly, but i honestly don’t think i particularly liked it much. tournaments would always fill me with the most INSANE kind of stress, i’d barely eat or sleep in the days leading up to a meet, and i’ve had more muffled bathroom breakdowns in between rebuttals than i can count. after my final year of high school, i decided against joining the debate at university. i knew that if i were to retain ANY love for the activity going into the future, i had to force myself to take a break. 

so what does this solipsistic tangent have to do with haikyuu, you ask? well i have no doubt that a vast majority of the players in the series love volleyball. they’re dedicated and passionate about it. they hunger for the chance to be put on the court. but do they like to play? 

1. oikawa: “i forgot that volleyball can be fun” 

ofc i wouldn’t be an oikawa stan worth my salt if i didn’t start this off with the (grand) king himself!! imo one of the reasons why oikawa is such a popular and well-loved character is his constant determination to keep moving forward and playing, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable opponents and adversities (”never forget my worthless pride”, anyone?). inevitably, all the hard work and practise he put into his craft has left him with a very carefully constructed, put together playstyle-- he’s the kind of player who knows how to bring the best out of each and every teammate on the court because of the amount of time he spends observing them and playing with them. it’s an outlook and playstyle best encapsulated in his now iconic line during the second karasuno v seijoh match: 

“Talent is something you make bloom, instinct is something you polish!” 

in my opinion the word “polish” it super significant here-- it explicitly singles out the years and years of hard work that set a foundation for his talent and instinct to shine. 

but what happens when they don’t shine? there’s no denying that oikawa is an incredibly skilled and intuitive player (something that hinata’s acknowledgment of him as the “great king” to kageyama’s “king” immediately sets out) but oikawa himself is acutely aware of the fact that he can never quite measure up to his long-time rival ushijima or his immensely talented protege kageyama. oikawa’s self described strategy to deal with opponents is to: 

“Hit it until it breaks” 

but what happens when hitting something again and again with your carefully honed, “polished” skills yields no results? imo there’s a very clear binary mentality drawn here-- either you hit it and it breaks, asserting your superiority; or you hit it and it doesn’t break, enforcing your inferiority. with each perceived loss against ushijima and kageyama, oikawa’s internalized logic holds his own weakness up to his own face, shaking his faith in himself as a player. if you’ll pardon the on-the-nose-metaphor: the whole “hitting it till it breaks” strategy is a two-way street, and oikawa has been hitting himself, metaphorically speaking, for a very long time. i have no doubt that he loved volleyball, passionately, through middle and high school. but with his inferiority complex growing in the face of constantly refuted results, i think he slowly began to like it less and less. 

so how does oikawa get his groove back? to answer that, we’ll have to turn to the post-timeskip chapters, particularly the two chapters that deal with oikawa and hinata’s unexpected meeting in Rio (372 and 373 for anyone curious!). while reminiscing with hinata over dinner, oikawa finally reveals the event that made him want to play volleyball (as a setter, to be exact)-- as a child, he watched veteran setter jose blanco step into a game and

“... inconspicuously help[ed] the ace get his bearings again... and then simply left the court.” 

oikawa’s reaction to blanco’s playstyle might just be one of my favourite panels in the chapter for how it conveys so much with such little space: 

the stammer of “i-i--”, which suggests a sense of resolve and determination forming in real time, finally coalesces into the determined declaration of “i wanna be a setter too!” what i took from this is that oikawa’s admiration for-- and liking of-- blanco expresses itself in the agency with which he makes his choice, in this case, actively deciding to be a setter so that he can support players on the court like blanco did. the liking that oikawa has here is therefore inherently linked to the agency and freedom he feels here-- freedom to choose his position, and how he wants his volleyball career to develop. 

this recollection of his childhood memories, and the subsequent game of beach volleyball that oikawa and hinata play afterwards, essentially push oikawa back into the mental and physical space of a child or beginner, as the manga demonstrates with panels of oikawa being forced to ditch his usual carefully developed, polished playstyle to learn the ropes of beach volleyball: 

ultimately concluding with the beautiful panel transition of oikawa, as a child AND adult, celebrating after a successful play: 

“It reminds me that-- I forgot that-- volleyball is fun.”

in a different country, playing a familiar game by slightly different rules and led back into the mentality and freedom of a novice after years of careful development, oikawa rediscovers his liking for the game. 

2. kageyama: “when you get strong, someone stronger will rise to meet you” 

moving on to the king of the court himself!! i’d argue that kageyama’s childhood memories and experiences of volleyball function almost oppositely to oikawa’s-- while oikawa has to re-access the sensation of being a beginner again to like the game along with loving it, kageyama’s process of coming to like and love volleyball come from moving away from his early experiences and into a new phase of playing-- specifically, his partnership with hinata. 

one of kageyama’s defining features is his individualism-- he’s both skilled and solitary enough to prefer to, as he puts it, “play every single position on the court”. notably, he wants to become a setter because: 

“[it’s] the one that touches the ball the most.”

in fact, i’d argue that kageyama’s “king of the court” attitude that he was known for in middle school is an extension of this individualistic mindset: he holds himself to extremely high standards, and expects his team-mates (as extensions of himself) to meet those very same standards. the similarities between his internal monologue and his commands to kindaichi in these two panels, for example, are strikingly, visibly similar: 

there’s that near-identical intonation of “move faster, jump higher!” that implies that the way he treats his teammates is just an extension of how he treats himself-- a deeply self-critical, miserable way, as it turns out. it’s telling that for the first few chapters of a manga in which characters’ eyes literally light up when they’re happy, passionate or excited, kageyama’s eyes are drawn as pitch black, even while he’s playing. 

imo the reason why hinata’s appearance, and their later partnership, is so significant for kageyama’s personal development is because he can’t treat hinata like an extension of himself. hinata challenges him and his preconcieved notions of the sport at every turn: first with his lightning-fast reflexes and raw intuition, and then with his determination to hit kageyama’s toss no matter what. in fact, the first time that kageyama’s eyes light up in the manga is, you guessed it, when he and hinata first pull off a successful “freak quick”: 

during the post-timeskip chapters we’re introduced to kageyama’s backstory in much greater detail: the way in which his grandfather fostered his passion for volleyball and the timing with which his grandfather’s illness and later death left kageyama increasingly alienated, thus further enforcing his individualist mentality. but what the chapter also gave us was an explicit confirmation of a theme that had been built up from the very beginning of the story, when kageyama’s grandfather tells him: 

“when you get really strong, i promise someone stronger will rise to meet you”

i’ve seen translations of the line that use both “meet” and “challenge”, and personally i’d have to say that i prefer “challenge” for what it implies-- even before hinata got strong enough to actually meet kageyama halfway he challenged him to move away from his pre-established mindset of doing everything himself, and into one where he actually comes to enjoy-- and like-- volleyball. 

3. hirugami: “maybe you’ve just had your fill”

hirugami’s case is kind of a strange one-- unlike oikawa and kageyama he’s not a major character, and his relationship with volleyball only gets a single backstory chapter as opposed to a series-long arc. but i personally ADORE his mini-arc for the things it has to say about burnout, passion and moving on. 

hirugami is introduced as the youngest member of a volleyball family-- his parents, older brother and older sister all play the sport. when explaining how he began to play himself, hirugami says: 

“... naturally, i started to play too. because i was good at it, and it was fun.” 

imo there are a lot of really interesting things to pick apart with this phrasing: the “naturally” implies a foregone conclusion but also a degree of passivity, like he himself recognises that he was swept up in his family’s influence. the “it was fun” coming AFTER “because i was good for it” also implies a degree of correlation, as though if he didn’t have the aptitude, he wouldn’t enjoy the game (a mindset markedly different to both oikawa and kageyama). as hirugami gets older, this correlation of being good ----> having fun ----> being able to play begins to reverse, and therefore manifest in increasingly self destructive ways: 

the main impetus for hirugami has now become not wanting to lose, which therefore requires a degree of heightened practise and self discipline in order to achieve. notably, having fun has been reduced to an afterthought, a state that might be achieved if he wins. 

the correlation of “winning” and “being good” is a slipperly slope to go down, though, something that becomes especially apparent after hirugami’s team lose a game. the frustration of being unable to reach his goal of winning manifests itself as not being “good enough”-- acting on this, hirugami seeks to punish himself for “messing up”: 

the close up panel of hirugami’s “confession” after hoshiumi confronts him hits particularly hard because it taps into a feeling that i’m sure almost all of us have felt at one point or another-- the realisation that something you once both loved AND liked is now only bringing you misery: 

ironically, it’s actually this acknowledgement of “not really liking volleyball that much” that acts as a catalyst for hirugami’s recovery from burnout. hoshiumi’s acknowledgement of, and reply to, hirugami’s state is seemingly simple but deeply freeing: 

and honestly, why not just quit? there’s nothing tethering hirugami to volleyball, certainly nothing as serious as life or death. personally my favourite part of this panel is hoshiumi’s description of volleyball as food from which hoshiumi has “eaten his fill”-- a lovely metaphor that re-contextualizes what could be seen as “time wasted” into something productive and indeed nourishing. 

when we check up on hirugami post time-skip, we find out that he has indeed quit playing volleyball in favour of going to veterinary school, but he’s seen watching the game between the jackals and adlers on his phone with an eager, fond smile on his face, implying that it was the act of moving away from the table (so to speak) after eating his fill that let him still hold on to a love and passion for the game, even though he is now interacting with it as a spectator instead of a player. and indeed that might just be why i love hirugami’s arc so much-- with it, haikyuu tells us that sometimes passion’s don’t need to be re-ignited in the same way. while oikawa and kageyama rediscover their love for, and liking of, the game through a return to childhood and the arrival of a new partner respectively, hirugami’s journey away from burnout comes from recognizing that he can step away from the volleyball court, and that the love and like will still remain. 

#ari.txt #meta #hq!! meta #haikyuu meta #hq!! #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #oikawa tooru #kageyama tobio #hirugami sachirou #me pointing @ myself: it's her officer! she's the one using her english lit degree to write 3k word long metas on sports anime!! #anyways jflafjsdlk this was an absolute blast to write!! and i'd LOVE to know what you guys think about it: do you agree? disagree? #please do let me know!! :> #long post

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Anon wrote: Hello mbti-notes, How do you do? Hope you're having a good time in your vacation!

I'm a 25F (unhealthy, level 1) INFJ, and my mother (late 40s) is ISFJ. I- have some issues myself and it's affecting my relationships. I currently stay away from socializing and bottling up my issues and problems. If it gets bad I cry alone in the bathroom dealing with mixed feelings of love and resentment.

I don't know how to start but I recently realized my mother has toxic traits and this causes some inner conflict. I understand she has went through a lot in life (so did my dad, still typing him)...but I want her to realize she too is flawed, not just us. There are various times she hurt me with words and during some of those incidents, we end up fighting and I say things in anger that hurt her. She believes she is never in the wrong and adapts the victim mentality. Whenever I try to reason with her, she doesn't admit her faults and immediately brings up things I did in the past. She actually repeats whatever we say in a taunting manner out of spite. As I write this, I am realizing this sounds ridiculous.

While growing up, she hated me being close to my dad and manipulated me using the victim mentality, so she succeeded in making me dislike my father in childhood. One time when we fought, I told her, "now I understand why dad doesn't bother to clear up things with you! You never listen and twist words!" She took this as betrayal and thinks I'm completely on dad's side, who hurt her. I did not dismiss her pain. I want her to understand all of us are messed up and we need to work on ourselves and fix things.

I fear that as she grows old, she'll grow more stubborn and become narcissistic. I fear that I would become like her in the future after getting married and act like her to my children and spouse in the future. My parents themselves are unhealthy due to having grown up in unhealthy and toxic environments themselves, and their parents were bounded by toxic traditions like patriarchal misogynistic practices. I am afraid of this cycle continuing, the cycle of unhealthy parents hurting their children and they grow up like that too. What should I do? How do I make my parents realize we all need help and need to improve ourselves?

I know first and foremost I should be improving myself, but I am also worried about them. I am not saying I am perfect, I also have some toxic traits but I watch myself when interacting with others. There are so many I's and reeks of narcissism, need to stop that. Also realized that I'm probably having a problem with my parent's toxic traits, maybe it's my high standards not letting me accept these flaws. They took great pains to raise me and my sibling, but it also hurts me to see them like this, I just want them to be happy and be in harmony. Apologies for this rambling, it's hard to put them in order since English is not my first language.

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The main problem is that neither you nor your mom is capable of healthy relationship boundaries. When two people don't set, respect, and enforce proper boundaries, they easily end up in a vicious cycle of conflict, even when they love each other. Why? In a close relationship, two people know exactly what buttons to push and how to bait each other into conflict. Why bait each other into conflict? When there is a serious underlying problem and/or traumatic wounding in the relationship that remains unresolved, the two parties will rehash the problem or replay the trauma over and over again, in an unconscious attempt to achieve resolution or feel a sense of closure.

Unfortunately, resolution or closure rarely happens, because during the conflict, the pain is never truly heard or addressed. The cycle of conflict then gradually escalates, as both parties get more aggressive in wanting to be heard and validated. Each person uses the conflict to act out their unresolved ego dramas and traumas. You both claim to be victims and you use each other to reinforce the victim narrative. While it might be true that you are both victims in some form, it is unproductive to keep accusing each other of being the enemy or victimizer. Nobody will ever "win" this conflict because nobody is really listening to the pain that is being expressed. The blame game destroys the good will required to reach mutual understanding.

A repetitive cycle of conflict continues because BOTH parties are putting energy into it and perpetuating it. Oftentimes, one major contributing factor to the original problem/trauma was poor communication skills or hurtful communication habits. Until at least one of the two parties improves their ability to listen and communicate maturely, there is nothing to stop the cycle of conflict, short of severing the relationship for good.

Your mom has "toxic traits" that created a toxic environment for you growing up. You acknowledge that you have similarly toxic traits and want to address them. Good. You're an adult now. An important part of growing up is becoming independent and taking personal responsibility for the trajectory of your life. You make the decisions as an adult, so your problems are in your hands. Her problems are hers to handle. Your process of healing should not require anything from your mom or even blaming your mom.

The fact that you want her to admit fault, accompany you, or work on herself means that you are violating her boundary. You want her to change, when she isn't ready or doesn't want to. You use criticism to pressure her and that causes her pain. Her maltreatment of you during conflict is an expression of the pain that you're causing her. Similarly, the way that you mistreat her is the manifestation of the pain she has caused you in the past. The longer the pain remains unresolved, the more likely it is that the hurt turns into anger, then rage, then spite...

You don't like the ways in which she tries to manipulate you to be who/what she wants you to be. That's fair. But you're not fully recognizing that you're doing the same thing to her. You're essentially saying that you won't be able to grow up and move on with your life until she becomes the mom that you want her to be. In a way, you're holding the both of you hostage. It doesn't matter if you believe that you're being altruistic and it's "for her own good" - she believes exactly the same thing when she tries to change you. Trying to change her, against her will, amounts to an attack on her being. If you're not able to love someone as they are, you're in no position to help them. If you're not able to communicate with someone without causing hurt to yourself or them, you're in no position to help them. "Helping" is about supporting people in their efforts, not about constantly pressuring them to live up to your standards.

You are too emotionally entangled with her. You want her validation, her support, her empathy, her cooperation, her confession, her atonement, etc. It sounds like none of that is forthcoming, nor is it even necessary. As long as you can't face the reality of who your mom is and keep expecting her to be different, YOU are choosing to keep yourself tied to her and her toxic ways. Yes, everyone needs social support in life, but as an adult, you should no longer need a "mom".

To become independent, you need to draw your own personal boundary in life and work within it to heal your personality problems. When you become a capable boundary setter and carve out your own space in the world, you know to rest and recuperate within its bounds and you know to keep people out when they don't respect its bounds. If you need help or support with your healing, she is obviously not the right choice, is she? She is not capable of entering your boundary without the conflict arising again, is she? There's nothing wrong with needing help/support, but you are not going to find much success by seeking it from the least qualified of sources.

Children aren't born knowing how to conduct healthy and mature relationships, so they can't be expected to understand boundaries when no one taught them. However, as an adult, it is your responsibility to address that knowledge deficit, if you hope to break past patterns and have healthy relationships. Do you understand what a boundary is, how to set one, and how to enforce one? It's about respecting your own being, respecting the being of others, and learning how to mingle with people without allowing hurt or violation. I suggest that you work with a therapist who specializes in relationships and boundary setting. Judging by the nature of your disagreements with her, you need to work on your communication skills and conflict resolution skills too. See the related tags and book suggestions on the resources page.

#parent child relationship #infj relationships #relationships #boundaries #independence #conflict #ask

[vs-redemption]

yaho Cindy darling! hope you're doing alright. for the ask game how about:

Top 5 Episodes for Haikyuu OwO

Character That Inspires You? in any anime!

giving your kithes MWAH!

Jade! Thank you so much for sending in some questions from the ask game. Choosing favorite episodes from Haikyuu is tough because there are so many great ones to pick from.

Top 5 Haikyuu Episodes

When that Johzenji captain was shit talking Daichi, calling him boring and stuff... and then Daichi shows him up and that guy couldn't stop thinking about it even the next day at school.👏

The episode where Kageyama starts telling Hinata why "setter" is the best position and you just see him go from this grumpy, intimidating athlete to an animated and excited kid who is just so passionate about volleyball. I love him so much.

The whole first year training camp in season four is amazing because it's when I really started to like Hinata's character (not that I didn't before) but I especially like the episode where Hinata yells at Hyakuzawa for not appreciating his potential and tells him to "take it easy" like Kunimi. I like that you get to see Hinata in his purest form, inspiring and helping others, while also getting to see the value of Kunimi as a player. He's not just lazy, that's just his playing style.

Of course I have to have the episode where Tsuki blocks Ushiwaka's spike. idk it's just so good every single time.

Honestly, I really love anytime Suga gets switched in to play. But I guess I'll go with the time he gets put in and proceeds to serve directly at mad dog every time so he can't get to the net and spike. I love Suga's little strategist brain!

Character that inspires me:

You know what? I'm surprising myself with this answer but Tooru Oikawa inspires me. It's really easy to get down on yourself when you compare yourself to others, and when you have such high standards for yourself. We see Oikawa struggle with these issues throughout all his interactions with Kageyama and Ushiwaka. But in the end, even after losing, he keeps his head held high and doesn't give up on himself. He keeps working and pushing himself until it all finally pays off.

Play the ask game with me!

#jade 💖 #best moot squad #ask game #Haikyuu #Tooru Oikawa

[arhvste]

TSUKISHIMA KEI - IMPOSSIBLE AND INSUFFERABLE PART 3

this is it y’all the chapter you’ve been dying for

hara bullying hour is officially in session bitches 😈

i will fix any grammar errors tomorrow my fellow simps now have fun reading about little bitch hara’s downfall

part 1 part 2

Tsukishima had exited his classroom after the last bell had rung still in the same foul mood he found himself to be trapped in as of late.

“Tsukishima!”

Hinata bounded towards the tall boy with a big smile on his face.

His foul mood had worsened in nanoseconds.

“What.” he coldly spat at the energetic ginger.

“You’re coming with me. Captain's orders.”

Tsukishima frowned and reluctantly obliged as he followed Hinata into the clubroom where Daichi was sitting on the table alone with what looked like an ipad.

Opening the door, Daichi welcomed him with a warm smile to which Tsukishima tried to reciprocate even though it was clear the clubroom was not where he wanted to be.

“Hey Tsukishima, I have a few people to talk to you right now. I need to run some errands before practice. I’ll meet you in the gym once you’re done, take as much time as you need though, I’ll see you shortly.”

“Thanks for the concern but I’m really okay.”

Daichi had already left Tsukishima and the ipad in the clubroom alone. Irritated, Tsukishima sat down on the table and picked up the ipad only to instantly pull a face of disgust.

“Why? Why you of all people.”

“And what an absolute pleasure it is to see you too Tsuki.”

There on the screen showed the captains and setters of Fukurodani and Nekoma. Bokuto sat there with a wide grin on his face, excited to be talking to one of his ‘students’ as he liked to call and next to him, Kuroo who was smiling smugly at the agitated middle blocker. Akaashi and Kenma in the background were seen keeping an eye on their captains to make sure they weren’t crossing the line of invasion for poor Tsukishima.

“Whatever you’re about to say to me I’m not interested, thanks.”

“But Tsukiiiiiiii!” Bokuto whined pouting through the camera.

“Let your wonderful and wise Senpais give you advice and take advantage of it.” Kuroo smoothly spoke, propping his hand under his chin.

“No.” Tsukishima wanted to end the call right there and then but, a small part of him felt bad for both Kenma and Akaashi having to waste their time being there too so he opted to not hit the tempting ‘end’ button just yet.

“Listen, we heard you had a rough break up and we want to give you some advice.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes before he spoke. “So enlighten me, my two most wonderful and clever senpais.” sarcasm dripping from every single word.

“See Kuroo! He does love and respect us!” Bokuto was beaming as he shook his fellow captain and friends' shoulders slightly.

“He might respect you but I can assure you Tsukishima-san is far from loving you.”

“Akaashi don’t say that!” Bokuto cried out pouting once again.

“Honestly Tsuki, you didn’t seem like the type that would suffer from heartbreak to me. Guess I was wrong.”

Tsukishima was ready to cut the rooster headed captain off right then and there but Kuroo began to speak again.

“You also didn’t seem like someone who disliked volleyball either at first but I was wrong about that too. Look, your ex-girlfriend obviously meant more to you than what you’re choosing to insist but if it’s affecting your plays I’m going to need you to do something about it. I quite enjoy playing against you simple country folk. You are good opponents I’ll give you that, but you won’t be if your playing ability starts to deteriorate.”

“Yeah what he said! Tsuki, how did you even get a girlfriend anyway? If I was a girl I’d run 7 miles from you with that mean glare. But anyway, snap out of your bad mood and go get her back if you’re still hung up on her. If she has this affect on you she must mean something to you right? Do it go get her back kid.”

“You two sure do have a lot to say for a pair of relationship virgins.” Kenma quietly spoke up.

“Kenma! If I wanted to be so brutally attacked I would’ve asked Yaku.” Kuroo feigned an offended look.

“He’s right though.”

“Akaashi stop or I will cry.” Bokuto turned and threatened his close friend only to have him roll his eyes back at him.

“Look, Y/N I mean L/N, had a long relationship with me I think it’s normal for me to be slightly off my game for a short while. Why is it such a big deal and why can’t you all just mind your own business. Focus on getting yourselves girlfriends, if that's even possible, before trying to get me back together with my ex one.”

“Listen here young one -”

“Oh here we go.” Kenma mumbled.

Kuroo paid no mind to him as he continued. “- Myself and Bo are ever so busy. We’re third years and captains. We have no time for girls but I can assure you we both have the option to have one if we want whenever we want.”

“No you can't. Girls find your hair stupid and probably don’t find chemistry puns funny or attractive.”

“Kenma! Are you here to help or to bully me?”

“Both.”

Bokuto snickered but was silenced by Akaashi’s sharp voice.

“Stop laughing Bokuto-san you’re no better. The closest you’ve gotten to a girl is our managers who babysit you if anything and you still owe one of them money.”

Bokuto’s face dropped as Kuroo’s smirk widened.

“Kuroo stop laughing.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

The bickering between the Tokyo prefecture students went back and forth until Bokuto stood up to chase Kuroo around who had grabbed Kenma to help him.

Tsukishima had just about had it and had his finger hovering above the ‘end’ button.

Akaashi took it upon himself to pick up the device they were communicating through and leave the room Kenma was currently trapped in with the two child-like captains.

“My apologies for the two of them, they're a handful. But what they’re saying does hold some value. Tsukishima-san, you’re a talented player and sure this must be something you’re trying hard to overcome but, I do think Bokuto-san and Kuroo-san are somewhat right. This girl clearly means something to you and keeping yourself in denial won’t help you. It’s important to keep control of personal issues as it will affect your performance in a match otherwise emotions build up and you’ll lose focus.”

Tsukishima was taken aback slightly. Akaashi was never one to speak up often, only giving his input when needed unlike his friend who would talk for the sake of it. Tsukishima had genuine respect for Akaashi and had decided that from their meeting at the training camp. He was someone Tsukishima found level headed and honest. Someone worthy of giving their opinion in Tsukishima’s head anyway.

“Yeah. I’ll give it some thought. Thank you for your time Akaashi-san I look forward to our next meeting.”

“My pleasure Tsukishima-san and if Bokuto-san bothers you, don’t hesitate to contact me and I’ll sort it out for you.”

“You’re like his babysitter.”

“He needs one. He has the mental age of a 5 year old. He is still a good captain with good intentions though. Same goes for Kuroo-san. They are concerned for you and want you to know that they are here if you need them. They’ve really taken a shine to you.”

Tsukishima almost smiled. Sure the two loud third years were irritating and provoking at times, they had changed his perspective on volleyball and it was thanks to them he found himself fall in love with the sport he played. He only wished he had the girl he loved too. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud though.

“I do somewhat appreciate them, I suppose. Anyway I had better go. Sorry for all the trouble Akaashi-san, please apologise to Kozume-san too.”

“No worries, take care and I hope to see the usual or improved standard of yourself when we next play.”

“I’ll try.”

And with that the call had ended. Tsukishima didn’t want to admit it but the points Kuroo and Bokuto had made to him did make some sort of sense and he was silently grateful to them.

Entering the gym felt good for the first time in a while.

Nodding at Daichi, Tsukishima participated in the usual drills coach Ukai was running. Keeping to himself, Tsukishima thought over the current situation and evaluated his options. He wanted to talk to you again but his pride wouldn’t allow it. Not while you apparently have a new boyfriend. That stupid Hara Itsuki none the less too.

-

2 weeks had passed since then and to Tsukishima’s annoyance, both Bokuto and Kuroo made it their responsibility to contact him every few days to check on his progress and wellbeing. Sure he was technically their rivals, but neither Kuroo or Bokuto cared. They saw Tsukishima as a worthy and respectable opponent and someone they wanted to be good role models to.

The rumours had begun to die down much to your relief and you had decided to distance yourself from Hara ever so slightly to discourage people from getting the wrong idea. Hara noticed this and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all.

-

5pm at Karasuno highschool was usually a peaceful time. Volleyball practice had ended and very few students were left on campus.

Tsukishima had been making his way out of practice when his phone rang. Another facetime call came up on his screen and immediately his face scrunched up.

“Don’t you have anyone else to bother?”

“Nope ~”

Tsukishima snarled as he made his way to his locker to grab his biology textbook before heading home.

“Hang on I’m gonna add Bo to the call.”

“Must you? I can just about handle you both one on one and I don’t even like doing that.”

“Such a sharp tongue Tsuki. I only hope you're working on your blocks and observations to be just as sharp again.”

“Hey, hey hey Tsuki!”

“Ugh.”

The two captains spoke to each other briefly as Tsukishima kept them on the call while unlocking his locker until a familiar voice piqued his interest.

“Shush for a sec would you.”

Tsukishima demanded the two third years as they stopped and stopped talking.

The blonde first year could hear your voice nearby and from what it sounded like you were in slight distress.

“Stop it you piece of shit!”

“Thats Y/N’s voice.” Tsukishima quietly muttered as the two captains listened carefully.

Quietly walking closer to where you were heard, Tsukishima noticed Hara had you cornered against the wall and it didn’t look like he was letting you go anytime soon.

“Listen to me Y/N. I’m fucking sick of waiting. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do anything with you? You’re so fucking naive it’s pathetic.”

Tsukishima was taken aback slightly. Hara had just insulted you? But weren’t you dating him? Deciding not to step in just yet, he decided to continue observing from a distance and then make a decision on what he should do.

“Hara, listen to me. You broke me and Tsukishima up whether that was your intention or not. I rejected you because I don’t want to date anyone. Especially not you and you know why. Let me go now.” Your tone was icy and your glare was hard.

Lowkey Tsukishima was proud of the tone you were using. Before the two of you had started dating, you were never nasty to anyone. You did start to pick up the habits of Tsukishima’s spiteful tone however a few months into your relationship and he was proud of that.

“Listen here you fucking slut. Your lanky boyfriend only got in the way. Poor naive little Y/N did you really think I was interested? Your personality is something I’ve been forcing myself to put up with for months and I still haven’t dicked you down yet. You’re a selfish brat.”

Your face twisted with disgust. You were furious, enraged even. Since your fight with Tsukishima you had built up your tolerance to harsh words so Hara’s insensitive language didn’t affect as much as it probably would’ve a few months ago.

“Who the hell gave you the confidence? As if I’d ever let a creature like you touch me. Did you really think I’d let you sleep with me after you drove a wedge between me and Tsukishima? You’re a sick little bitch an ugly one too!”

Now Tsukishima was proud of you. Harsh insults, cutting edge tone, dark scowl and a whole load of attitude. Whether you liked it or not, your time spent over the long months with your ex boyfriend had transformed you into his own Frankenstein's monster and he took a small hint of pride in that.

Hara grew angry and slammed his hand harder against the wall making you flinch.

“What makes you think I’m waiting for your permission. You’re helpless Y/N. A helpless little slut who’s about to get what she deserves.”

Your eyes clenched shut. There was no chance in you winning a physical fight with this boy. You had just about lost hope.

“AHAHAHAHAHA BO DOESN’T HE SOUND LIKE A GREMLIN!”

“BRO YOU’RE RIGHT HE DOES!! I JUST KNOW FROM HIS MID PUBESCENT VOICE HE SMELLS LIKE MAYO OR SOME SHIT!”

“STOP IT YOU CHEEKY BASTARD I’M GONNA PISS MYSELF!”

“DON’T BLAME ME, BLAME LITTLE PITCHY VOICE BITCH AT KARASUNO!”

Hara’s head snapped to face Tsukishima who was sighing in embarrassment at his two upperclassmen’s comments. Kuroo and Bokuto were currently having a field day mocking the ‘little bitch boy’ Hara.

You looked up as your eyes widened at the sight of your ex boyfriend stood there, phone in one hand, bag and textbook in the other. He was slightly sweaty from training and he held a dark expression to his face.

“What the actual fuck?” Hara spat out.

“I’m afraid you’ve been caught out Hara-san.” Tsukishima cooly said as the screeches of the two captains on the phone lowered down.

“Tsuki PLEASE show us what little bitch boy looks like I’m begging you!”

“Yeah show us Tsuki!”

“Ready to have your eyes burned?” Tsukishima snickered as he flipped the camera and pointed it towards the now raging Hara.

“WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT NO I AM GONNA PISS MYSELF!”

“IT’S THE EXPRESSION FOR ME!”

“Guys stop being so mean I think he’s going to cry.”

Hara snarled and glared straight at Tsukishima who had decided to give into Bokuto and Kuroo and encourage their provocative behaviour for once.

“You’re the one who’s going to be crying you lanky bit-AH SHIT FUCK!”

Hara was cut off by your knee making quick contact with his crotch with heavy force.

“Felt kinda small down there buddy.”

With Hara on the ground clutching his assaulted private area, you ran away from him and next to Tsukishima’s side.

“NO WAY DID SHE JUST SAY YOU FELT SMALL DOWN THERE THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD I’M SO GLAD WE CALLED TODAY AHAHAHA!”

“LITTLE DICK PITCHY VOICE BITCH BOY!”

Tsukishima made a mental note to not ever encourage the two captains to be as irritating as they were being to Hara now but since he wasn’t on the receiving end it couldn’t hurt to push them a little bit.

Hara began to move and both you and Tsukishima stood towering above him.

“Oi Tsuki I don't condone violence but… kick him if you’re bad.”

“Do it Tskui, do it for the boys.”

“Nobody is kicking anyone.”

A new voice was heard in the halls.

“Sawamura-san.” You bowed your head slightly as he smiled at you and Tsukishima briefly before turning his attention to the two fellow captains on the call with Tsukishima.

“I’d appreciate it if you two didn’t try to corrupt my players thank you.”

“Do you country kids not ever have a bit of rough house from time to time?”

“Not when I’m around no.” Daichi replied back to the bedhead captain who only smirked in return.

Now turning his gaze to the whimpering boy on the floor Daichi raised an eyebrow.

“What happened here.”

“Attempted assault.” Tsukishima swift replied.

“Attempted? That bitch did assault me!” Hara cried from the floor.

“Kuroo listen! The gremlin’s voice is even more pitchy!”

Daichi sighed and grabbed the boy up from the floor.

“I’m not stupid. Tsukishima isn’t the type to lie and L/N doesn’t exactly look thrilled to be in your presence either. I think me and you should take a little trip down to the principal's office and have a look through the cctv footage.”

“Get rekted.” Bokuto snickered as Daichi dragged the disgraced boy off towards the reception.

“Listen I think you two have some things to talk about so we’re gonna go now. Remember what we said to you Tsuki. Call you soon!”

“Get that cooch my son!”

Tsukishima immediately hung up after Bokuto’s last comment which earned a snicker from you.

“Look, Tsukishima, I’m really really sorry about what went down a while ago. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it and it was wrong of me not to just approach you and express my issues I had with you. In all honesty I didn’t have a huge problem with your attitude, Hara got into my head a bit and would tell me my reputation was being dragged down by you.”

Tsukishima stared down at you as he examined your face. He could tell you were being genuine but he knew you both needed time to talk things through and be more transparent with each other before picking things back up from where they left off.

“I know Y/N. I’m sorry for what I said too. I know I said some hurtful things but I didn’t mean them. You’re worth more than what I claimed you were and for that I apologize. I just wish you had been more open with me.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Tsukishima never apologised so this was a big deal to you. You gave the boy a soft smile.

“It’s going to take some time for us both to heal. A lot went down today but if you’ll let me, I want to give us a chance to rebuild things between us. I still love you no matter how much I try to deny it. We need to work on communication obviously but I do want to give us another shot, Tsukishima.”

“Kei. It’s Kei to you. And yeah you’re right. We do need to be more open with each other. I’m not saying we should get back together right now, but I do care about you and I suppose I do need you in a weird way. I’m happy to work on us if that’s what you want.”

Tsukishima smiled down at you. The first genuine smile in a while which you immediately returned back to him.

-

Hara had caused a lot of damage. But you had the time to rebuild it all and that’s just what the two of you did.

This was obvious to all 3 captains involved in watching over Tsukishima when they saw the improvement in his playing.

Sure Tsukishima found people irritating often, but thanks to their concern a weight was lifted off his shoulder. Hara was expelled for attempted sexual assault, and you were being more clear with him.

It would take a while for things to go back to what they used to be, but getting rid of Hara and having you back by his side was a good start.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima kei #oneshot #haikyuufanfic #fanfic

[tsukkeisimp]

Truth or Dare

A / N: so hi this is the first thing i’m posting here and it is part of a much longer project i have been working on (and that i plan on posting on here? maybe?). i wanted to share this small portion of it just to see if anyone would actually be interested in reading what i write. if it flops, i never posted it lol.

since this is such a small random part of my project some things might not make sense. so i’m gonna put here some details i think are useful to understand the fic better.

mc (i’m trying to give her a name) is a first year, she goes to seijoh and plays volleyball. eri and mika are her best friends and they’re on her team. she’s childhood friends with tsukki. mika likes oikawa, oikawa likes mc, iwa likes oikawa, mika is iwa’s sister, mc and tsukki are hopelessly in love with each other oop what?. (this is chaotic i know). this is all placed during tokyo camp and yes some girl teams are there too. if you read all this rambling... thank you, i appreciate you a lot. also this is my first time using tumblr i have no idea what i’m doing and english isn’t my first language. okay bye.

Genre: friends to lovers!!! fluff? tsukki simping for mc.

Pairing: tsukishima x reader

“I am soooooo bored!”

Hinata faked an exaggerated yawn after saying that and then pouted, when no one acknowledged his little act. It was 10.30 pm and most of the usually energetic and loud volleyball players had already gone to their rooms to rest; some were tidying up the gyms, after a bit of satisfying but really tiring individual training. and a couple were just outside the gyms, sitting on the grass, yelling and laughing at Hinata.

“Bored. How can he be bored? Does he seriously have any energy left?”

Tsukishima had his earphones on. But no music was playing. The earphones’ typical function had been taken away, and instead they were given a brand new purpose: they were a shield. They protected him from his teammates annoying attacks. From their rambling about how pretty the girls looked that day, their over the top conversations about nationals and their non sense laughing at everything. He didn’t have to be involved in any of this, thanks to his shield.

He casually sat there, staring blankly at the sky, trying so hard to block out all the noise, all the giggles, all the meaningless and unnecessary discussions that were happening.

There was one person who wasn’t fooled by the earphones’ trick though.

“Yo Kei, move over. Let me sit here.”

MC just came out of the gym she had finished tidying up. She had been practicing with Mika until late. They were trying to perfect some of the attacks they were planning to put into action during the friendly matches the following day.

She plopped down next to Kei, their shoulders brushing slightly against one another and her leg resting against his. She took his left earphone out and put it on. There was something incredibly familiar and comforting about that simple act. Suddenly the earphones’ function changed again. They weren’t a shield anymore. He didn’t need one when MC was next to him. The earphones were now like a soft fuzzy blanket, under which him and MC were alone. They were alone together. No annoying teammates allowed. No rambling about stupid stuff. He finally started to feel at peace. All the irritating noise that was becoming unbearable to his ears slowly faded away. He couldn’t help but give all his attention to the girl sitting next him. The noise was officially gone. He could only focus on the warmth of MC’s hand resting on his knee. Her heartbeat, still a bit accelerated after the intense training. The butterflies that were now dancing around in his stomach. Kei didn’t know exactly why or how MC was able to make him feel this way. But he was used to it. It had always been this way. And he liked it.

MC drank the last drop of water that was left in her water bottle and then placed it carefully next to her. Her mind was going over and over Mika’s words of advice regarding the few struggles they had during their last match. Despite the late hour she just couldn’t stop worrying, panicking and stressing. About not being good enough. She was usually pretty confident about her skills, but sometimes her brain liked to give her a hard time.

She was in the middle of giving herself a motivational speech, when Tsukishima’s words interrupted her internal monologue.

‘Are you worrying about your shit timing during blocks again?’

Tsukki had never been one to sugar coat his thoughts or to say half truths. He had always said it as he saw it. And even though a lot of times in the past he had hurt MC’s feelings doing it this way, she had learned to appreciate his brutally honest words. She sighed and nodded slightly.

‘You’ve been improving like crazy though. I think you’re gonna get it right soon if you keep working hard for it. And you never stop working hard so…’

‘I’ll get it right soon.’

‘Yeah you will.’

‘And then I’ll be better than you at everything!’

‘Don’t get ahead of yourself now.’

MC giggled and rested her head on Tsukki’s shoulder. A sense of complete peace and calm spreading through her whole body. She was about to close her eyes to appreciate better this quiet momet with her best friend when…

‘HEY HEEEEY HEY!

Hinata’s right. I am boooored! Let’s do something. How about... we play truth or dare?!’

Bokuto screamed his proposal as if it was the best idea ever.

‘Truth or dare…? What are we? Middle schoolers?’ Mika giggled a little and then looked up from her phone. She was surprised to see most people seemed rather amused with the suggestion and not disgusted like her.

‘Don’t be like that Mika… it could be fun! And we could uncover some secrets!’ Eri laughed, excited. Yachi, who was sitting next to her, couldn’t help but laugh with her and nod, approving of the idea.

Sitting in a circle that night was a weird group of people. Karsuno 1st years and Nishinoya and Tanaka were there, mostly because they wanted to hang out with the Seijoh girls. Mika, MC and Eri were there, with the 3rd years looking over them. Oikawa and Iwaizumi had joined because Iwa debated that ‘It’s not like I’m gonna let my little sister just hang out with you all alone’. Bokuto was of course there, Akaashi sitting next to him praying he wouldn’t get himself into trouble. Then some of the Nekoma guys and girls.

‘I don’t think I’m gonna get involved.’ Tsukishima stated. Putting his earphones back on.

Kuroo immediatly grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him next to him.

‘C’mon Tsukki dude, don’t be boring! Play one round!’

The game had been going on for 20 minutes. It had been pretty standard. Most people were choosing truth and the questions were always about volleyball. Who do you honestly think is the best spiker in this circle? And who’s the best setter? Do you think that team really has a chance at nationals? Who’s the best at receiving? And so on. A couple of the guys had chosen dare. Run around the gym 2 times. Do a handstand. Challenge this other guy at arm werstling.

It was Oikawa’s turn.

‘Truth or dare?’ Iwaizumi asked.

‘Dare.’

‘Kiss the prettiest girl in here.’

Iwaizumi knew exactly what he was doing. All Oikawa had been talking about for the past month was this girl. He didn’t know if it was a serious crush, but he definitely saw something in her. She had all of his attention, but she didn’t seem to care too much about it. Which was pretty stupid, Iwaizumi thought. Because anyone would be lucky to have Oikawa’s attention and care.

Everyone went silent. There hadn’t been any kissing yet, so it was exciting someone finally asked a question like that. But also gross and childish some would argue.

MC had gotten a little bored with the game, she wasn’t really paying attention anymore.In fact she was too busy looking at her phone to even notice Oikawa was right in front of her.

‘Huh?’ she looked up, confused. Everyone was looking in their direction. ‘Is it my turn already?’

A couple of the boys giggled, the girls were just staring, too curious to know if Oikawa was really going to kiss a first year.

‘Oikawa has to kiss the prettiest girl here.’ Iwaizumi repeated, to give her a little warning of what was about to happen. But it was too late. Oikawa was already pressing his lips against hers, everyone watching in a mixture of shock and amusement.

Iwaizumi looked away. Mika, who had been sitting next to MC for the whole game, moved uncomfortably closer to Eri, but she just couldn’t take her eyes off from what was happening. Her best friend and the guy she had always had the biggest crush on were kissing.

Nishinoya, Tanaka and Shoyo opened their mouths in shock and they were about to scream at Oikawa to keep it short, to stop it already. Five seconds had already felt like five minutes. They were about to scream, but MC beat them to it.

After a couple of seconds of pure shock and panic, MC finally realised what was happening and pushed Oikawa off of her.

‘What… I … what?’

MC was usually the type of person who always had something to say, a story to tell, an opinion to share, a compliment to pay. She never kept her mouth shut. But in that moment she truly was at a loss of words.

Tsukishima hadn’t really been paying attention to the scene. Until now. He was alarmed by MC’s silence.

He didn’t really care Oikawa was kissing his best friend. He wasn’t shocked, he already knew he liked her. And he knew she didn’t like him back. He had observed the kiss from afar, without feeling any special way about it. When he saw MC pushing Oikawa off of her, he was expecting to hear her laugh and say something sarcastic. Or to see her roll her eyes and scream at him that the kiss was disgusting.That didn’t happen though. It was only silence. From that lack of words and the absence of her usual laughter and sarcasm, Tsukishima understood something wasn’t right. He didn’t know what, but the expression on her face said it all to him. She was upset.

The game didn’t last long after that kiss. The tension became unbearable pretty quickly. It was unclear to everyone what the cause of this tension was. MC was awfully quiet. Mika had switched places with Eri, as if she didn’t want to sit next to her best friend anymore. Iwaizumi refused to high five Oikawa after the kiss and Nishinoya claimed he would’ve punched Oikawa first chance he got.

A couple minutes later they all agreed it was time to go to bed.

 ‘Kei...’

As they were all walking to their rooms, MC tugged Tsukishima by his shirt and whispered to him.

‘Mh?’ He tried not to look concerned, as if he hadn’t already noticed something was bothering her.

‘Can you talk for a minute?’

‘Yeah, I guess.’

They waited for everyone else to go into the bedrooms and then they walked outside again. Tsukki leaned on the wall, looking at the girl that had been his best friend for years behaving in a way he couldn’t quite read. He was going over what had happened in his head, analysing every little expression he catched on her face, every single sound. But he still didn’t understand.

‘Is something wrong? Did Oikawa bit your tongue or something?’ He chuckled.

What was an attempt to make MC laugh, made her blush violently instead. She was freaking out. That kiss came out of nowhere and disiorented her. She was not ready.

‘That was my first kiss.’ she spat out, sighing immediatly after and biting her lip nervously.

Tsukishima still didn’t really see the problem.

‘I know.’ he just said quietly.

‘I can’t believe that was my first kiss. I can’t believe I had my first kiss with Oikawa. I didn’t want it to be with him.’ MC’s leg was was bouncing up and down. It was something she always did when she was worried or concerned or stressed about something. It drove Tsukki insane.

‘Why did you let him kiss you then?’

‘’I- I… I didn’t let him! It all happened so fast. As soon as I looked up from my phone his lips were… there. God, this is a disaster. I can’t believe it just happened. Uuuugh.’ She let out a loud exasperated breath and covered her face with her hands. Her leg still going crazy.

‘… Whatever MC. It’s just a first kiss. Not that big of a deal.You’ll get other kisses. Plus it was barely a peck.’

‘I wanted my first kiss to be with someone I liked...or at least tolerated. But not fucking Oikawa.’

‘Just pretend it never happened. Pretend it doesn’t count.’

‘But I can’t stop thinking about it! Ah God…’

Tsukishima was quiet for a moment. He was really trying to think of a way to make his best friend stop panicking so much. He was tired and wanted to sleep and she looked sleepy too. He needed to find a solution and he needed to find it quickly.

‘Okay. I’m gonna give you a kiss right now. You can pretend this one is your first kiss and not Oikawa’s. You said you wanted it to be from someone you tolerate right? Unless you wanna go wake up one of the other guys… I can do it.’

MC’s leg didn’t stop bouncing, She thought about it for a moment and then nodded.

‘Mh… okay.’

Tsukishima didn’t think twice about it. He walked towards the girl, who was leaning against the wall, took her face in his hands and placed a short and sweet kiss on her lips. He felt her whole body relax under his touch and her leg finally stopped moving. Her back relaxed against the freezing cold wall of the building, but Tsukishima’s kiss was making her feel nothing but burning.

Tsukki had planned to break off the kiss after just a couple seconds, but his head was spinning so fast and the butterflies in his stomach were dancing so violently he just couldn’t stop himself. He wanted more. He wanted to stay that close to her just a little longer. He wanted to feel the soft skin of her cheeks against his hands just a little longer. He wanted to be intoxicated with her perfume just a little longer. He wanted to hold her and protect her just a little longer.

But just as he was wishing, praying, imploring for a little longer, MC decided that was actually enough for her. She didn’t need a little longer.

As the kiss ended, they both blushed violently and looked away from each other.

‘Night Kei… thank you.’ MC was grateful for her best friend. He had actually managed to make her stop thinking about Oikawa’s kiss. Kei’s kiss… actually made her heart feel something. Her brain was now only focusing on Kei’s hands on her face, Kei’s lips on hers, Kei’s flustered expression as they parted. She didn’t know why her heart felt like it was about to burst. She assumed it was because he was so so so special to her.

Kei’s heart also felt like it was about to burst. He knew exactly why though. He didn’t have to assume. He had just realised, as raging disappointment took over his body when MC ended the kiss before he was ready for it to end. He was in love with her. He was deeply in love with her. And he probably had been for a while. As quickly as he understood this though, another sudden realisation got clear into his head. She hadn’t been praying for a little longer like he did. He was certain she didn’t love him the way he loved her.

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima scenarios #haikyuu!! #hq tsukishima #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima imagine #haikyuu imagines #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei x you #tsukishima x you

[ichorhalf]

                          ❝                          war    isn’t    something    that    should    ever    be    sought    out    ,    but    if    it    calls    –    if    you’re    summoned    by    throned    beings    asking    you    to    die    for    them    ,    know    what    you    fight    for    .    just    because    they    hold      𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘    in    their    hands    you’d    follow    them    blindly    ?    snuff    out    the    flames    ,    cease    your    offerings    &    see    how    long    they    continue    to    love    you    .    your    𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘    should    be    earned    ;    the    blood    of    the    𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓    is    thicker    than    the    water    of    the    womb    .    don’t    fight    blindly    ,    half    god    –    know    why    you’re    fighting    for    them    before    you    charge    into    battle    .    ❞  

❛    why    do    you    fight    for    them    ?    why    do    you    sacrifice    yourself    for    the    titans    ?    ❜

                         ❝                         why    don’t    you    ?    what    have    the    gods    ever    gifted    you    besides    their    burdens    ?    ❞  

                                 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐀     𝐀𝐇𝐍     𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏     𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒌

basics .

name :  ahn  ji  su  /  dana  ahn

nicknames :  dane  ,  traitor  .

birth date :  march  31  .

gender :  cis  female  .

pronouns :  she  /  her  .

ethnicity :  korean  .

nationality :  american  .

hometown :  boston  ,  ma  .

demigod abilities :  telumkinesis  ,  the  ability  to  adapt  &  be  highly  skilled  with  a  new  type  of  weapon  in  very  little  time  .  enhanced  intellect  &  war  strategy  .  crafting  abilities  .  enhanced  physical  abilities  .

cabin number & godly parent :  cabin  six  ,  daughter  of  athena  –  goddess  of  wisdom  &  war  strategy  .

how did their godly parent meet their mortal parent? :  kennedy  ahn  ,  military  strategist  for  the  united  states  navy  makes  friends  with  grey  -  eyed  liaison  dana  astbury  .  a  stranger  to  romance  ,  kennedy  appreciates  the  connections  their  minds  make  –  so  used  to  turning  away  suitors  because  she  doesn’t  seek  out  romance  the  way  they  do  ;  but  dana  astbury  –  astute  ,  intelligent  ,  incredibly  attractive  .  dana  thinks  the  same  of  kennedy  ,  a  dear  friend  given  a  sweet  goodbye  before  dana  leaves  forever  –  she  leaves  a  thought  child  as  a  gift  .

muse  appearance .

faceclaim :  jeon  heejin  .

height :  taller  than  expected  ,  her  mother  never  reached  past  five  feet  four  inches  but  dana  rests  at  a  steady  five  feet  ten  inches  (  &  a  half  )  .  a  sturdy  height  ,  it  makes  her  a  potent  opponent  on  the  battlefield  &  she  has  learned  how  to  use  her  height  &  extra  length  to  her  advantage  .

hair colour :  untouched  by  any  kind  of  hair  dye  or  chemicals  ,  dana's  hair  is  long  ,  thick  &  a  natural  chocolate  brown  .  it  requires  a  lot  of  upkeep  to  make  it  look  healthy  ,  easily  greasing  &  dirtying  in  days  if  she's  at  full  activity  –  but  she  usually  keeps  it  down  &  around  her  face  nowadays  ,  no  longer  needing  a  reason  to  keep  it  up  .

eye colour :  like  most  children  of  athena  ,  her  eyes  are  startling  grey  –  so  grey  they  almost  seem  unnatural  .  they  seem  to  lighten  &  darken  with  her  mood  ,  but  it's  mostly  lighting  &  situations  she's  found  herself  in  .  they  always  seem  like  they've  seen  something  that  they  can  use  to  their  advantage  ,  but  she  doesn't  ever  act  upon  it  .

dominant hand :  right  handed  ,  though  she’s  been  trained  to  become  ambidextrous  .  as  taught  by  a  titan  ,  she’s  learned  to  wield  weapons  strongly  with  both  hands  in  order  to  build  herself  up  as  more  of  a  physical  threat  on  the  battlefield  .  she  lacks  in  skill  in  her  left  hand  ,  but  a  master  of  bluffing  –  dana’s  skilled  just  enough  to  get  away  it  it  .

distinguishing features :  a  white  scar  visible  even  in  the  darkness  –  it  brands  her  a  traitor  ,  troubled  eyes  that  don't  carry  as  much  potency  as  they  once  did  ,  scarred  palms  that  look  like  they've  bled  as  sacrifice  one  too  many  times  .

dress style :  relaxed  ,  almost  boy  ish  .  her  wardrobe  consists  of  form  fitting  camp  half  blood  t -  shirts  that've  been  cropped  paired  with  oversized  button  ups  &  torn  jeans  –  various  styles  (  inspired  entirely  by  this  &  this  )   .  if  not  in  that  ,  it's  some  over  sized  shirt  &  black  track  pants  –  very  particular  style  but  before  the  war  ,  she  had  effortless  style  ,  the  kind    to  make  people  stop  &  stare  .  not  much  these  days  .

camp - related .

go - to  weapon :  any  weapon  molds  itself  into  dana’s  hands  ,  but  she’s  always  preferred  axes  –  in  her  right  hand  ,  a  barbaric  hooked  axe  used  to  GUT  her  enemies  ;  in  her  left  ,  a  standard  battle  axe  .  often  stained  with  blood  ,  she  spends  a  lot  of  time  cleaning  them  &  sharpening  them  –  but  they  haven’t  been  used  in  months  .  celestial  bronze  glints  in  the  shadows  ,  her  axes  tucked  away  since  she  met  defeat  .

ambrosia :  almost  tasteless  ,  it  took  a  while  for  dana  to  put  her  finger  on  what  ambrosia  tasted  like  –  but  finally  ,  a  year  into  her  time  at  camp  half  blood  she’s  reminded  of  tteokbokki  ;  a  little  spicy  ,  but  tasty  &  chewy  just  the  way  her  mom  used  to  make  them  .  she  can  still  remember  a  childhood  vacation  taken  to  south  korea  &  trying  street  vendor’s  versions  of  the  homemade  food  ,  but  ambrosia  tastes  just  like  the  kind  her  mom  used  to  make  her  .

favourite camp location :  before  the  war  ,  during  her  short  tenure  at  camp  half  blood  she  was  always  found  training  –  or  beating  the  satyrs  on  the  volleyball  court  (  she  was  always  the  go  to  setter  ,  no  big  deal  ,  she’s  got  fast  hands  )  but  nowadays  ,  she’s  hung  up  her  weapons  &  hasn’t  stepped  foot  in  the  court  .  dana’s  mostly  always  found  at  arts  &  crafts  ,  she’s  not  half  bad  at  drawing  at  all  –  &  of  course  ,  gifted  with  weaving  .

their opinion of their godly parent :  her  relationship  with  athena  is  strained  ;  even  to  this  day  ,  the  bitterness  is  so  deep  it’s  now  embedded  into  her  DNA  .  at  the  conclusion  of  the  second  titan  war  ,  dana  laid  on  olympus  with  the  rest  of  the  injured  with  a  bandage  around  her  neck  .  apollo  had  failed  to  bring  her  back  to  full strength  (  or  refused  ,  dana  thinks  )  ,  athena  had  scathed  to  her  daughter  –  reminded  dana  of  her  disgrace  &  her  treachery  .  so  ,  all  in  all  ,  not  great  .

age they were claimed :  fifteen  ,  almost  sixteen  . 

how they were claimed :  dana  arrived  to  camp  just  shy  of  eleven  &  spent  almost  four  years  in  the  hermes  cabin  unclaimed  .  it  was  the  most  humiliating  years  of  her  life  ,  nights  spent  on  the  floor  while  she  sported  the  same  grey  eyes  as  the  rest  of  the  athena  kids  .  her  parentage  was  a  dead  giveaway  ,  but  she  remained  unclaimed  .  after  leaving  &  returning  to  SPY  on  camp  ,  she  was  claimed  &  her  siblings  said  it  was  their  mother  finally  welcoming  her  –  but  dana’s  always  seen  it  as  a  last  minute  effort  to  keep  her  from  going  back  to  the  titans  .  anyway  ,  after  learning  her  heritage  –  she  left  .

stance on the new cabins :  for  the  new  cabins

reason for their stance :  it  is  EVERYTHING  she  fought  for  ,  it’s  everything  everyone  in  the  titan  army  fought  for  .  a  change  for  the  gods  ,  for  the  hubristically  arrogant  gods  to  recognize  their  children  &  give  them  a  place  among  their  peers  .  dana’s  mouth  remains  shut  these  days  ,  but  icy  glares  give  her  position  away  when  the  subject  is  brought  up  –  luke  castellan  sacrificed  himself  ,  hundreds  of  demigods  she  trained  with  died  because  they  were  forgotten  .  despite  an  icy  exterior  ,  she  will  fight  anyone  who  thinks  otherwise  .

their opinion on lyssa pentelute :  her  resentment  ,  dana  can  deal  with  .  years  spent  with  the  femme  on  the  floors  in  the  hermes  cabin  –  dana  UNDERSTANDS  .  there’s  pain  in  watching  people  thrive  with  what  they  NEVER  had  ,  but  she  thinks  the  girl  to  be  incredibly  selfish  ,  incredibly  foolish  .  war  isn’t  something  that  should  ever  be  sought  out  ,  bloodlust  isn’t  normal  &  revenge  because  someone  else  gets  a  luxury  she  never  got  isn’t  justice  .  her  thoughts  on  anyone  else  against  the  cabin  remains  the  same  &  she’ll  chew  off  someone’s  head  without  lifting  a  finger  .

quests :  only  two  –  one  at  thirteen  &  one  at  fourteen  –  the  same  summer  of  percy’s  quest  .  the  first  one  she  was  chosen  as  a  spare  companion  by  a  newly  claimed  son  of  ares  ,  someone  she  got  close  with  in  the  hermes  cabin  .  she’d  gone  in  hopes  of  succeeding  &  getting  claimed  ,  but  the  ares  kid  died  &  she  arrived  back  to  camp  with  a  new  scar  &  a  crestfallen  daughter  of  hebe  .  her  second  quest  a  long  shot  ,  left  in  hopes  of  finding  the  lightning  bolt  &  returned  the  sole  survivor  –  the  son  of  poseidon  went  a  couple  of  months  after  her  &  succeeded  so  like  .  sucks  to  suck  –  also  ,  neither  got  her  claimed  so  ????

personality .

positive traits : strategic  ,  instinctual  ,  cogent  ,  potent

negative traits :  fustian  ,  disparaging  ,  glacial  ,  acerbic

mbti :  intj  /  the  architect

alignment :  chaotic  good  /  chaotic  neutral

hogwarts house :  gryffindor

kinsey scale :  kinsey  3

archetype : wise  old  man

what candle scent are they :  cinnamon  spice  vanilla  ,  you're  an  old  soul  .  you  ooze  warmth  and  nostalgia  ,  wrapping  others  in  your  embrace  and  leaving  a  reminiscent  smile  behind  .

goals & desires :  once  upon  a  time  ,  to  incite  a  revolution  .  to  light  a  match  &  burn  a  flame  so  bright  it  brings  the  gods  to  their  knees  .  now  ,  a  desire  to  rest  her  tired  eyes  –  she  awaits  thanatos  ,  sits  on  an  abandoned  throne  in  wait  while  she  lacks  the  same  drive  &  fire  that  used  to  occupy  her  .  

fears :  a  lack  of  fear  ,  a  lack  of  emotion  –  dana  doesn’t  know  what  she  fears  anymore  .  her  greatest  fear  used  to  be  facing  a  loss  ,  losing  her  leader  &  losing  the  war  &  it  had  manifested  into  reality  –  so  ,  fears  :  spiders  ,  blindness  ,  drowning  .

hobbies :  nowadays  ,  she  takes  after  ARACHNE  &  weaves  day  in  &  out  .  her  station  in  her  cabin  is  left  untouched  ,  but  filled  with  sketches  ,  blueprints  ,  intricate  weavings  of  a  world  she’ll  never  get  to  see  .  there’s  a  dartboard  on  the  back  cabin  six  ,  too  ,  paired  with  an  ugly  striped  camping  chair  &  an  enchanted  newspaper  (  it  shows  the  daily  newspaper  of  her  choosing  –  stolen  from  a  previous  athena  camper  )  .  she  spends  hours  at  a  time  out  there  ,  mostly  alone  either  playing  darts  ,  reading  or  sketching  .

habits :  she  never  carries  copper  coins  –  choosing  to  abandon  pennies  for  the  silvers  instead  ;  studiously  collects  drachmas  for  analyzation  –  not  even  because  they’re  cool  ;  whenever  she  equips  a  short  weapon  ,  she’ll  twirl  it  twice  –  axes  ,  short  swords  ,  daggers  .  with  longer  weapons  ,  spears  ,  two  handed  swords  ,  she’ll  tap  the  ground  thrice  ;  has  made  friends  with  the  harpies  &  actively  signs  up  for  dish  washing  duties  to  befriend  them  .

#ambrosia:task001 #* ◟ . 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒂. ─ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ╱ development

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bio/ THAN.

NAME: thanthai kerongthikhikhorn ( แทนไท เก้รงทิขฃร ) * ALIAS: than ( he only goes by than ) FC:  bank thiti mahayotaruk SPECIES: human ETHNICITY: thai BIRTHDAY: 2001 THAI HOROSCOPE: snake [ source ] ELEMENT: fire AGE: 18 FAMILY: tuk ( mee ‘mom’, deceased ), sert (phcc ‘dad’, alive ), top ( piichaai‘eldest brother’, alive), tharm ( nongsaaw ‘little daughter’, alive )  LANGUAGES: thai, english

BACKGROUND: born to a small family of four, than has always been a mama’s boy. they used to live in chiangmai, far from the capital and the urban buzz, until his mother fell ill in 2006. they moved to bangkok to seek better medical treatment, and they were moving around the city a lot due to toppling rent and bills. his family owns a photocopying store in bangkok, which also doubles as their home.

his childhood was turbulent and lonely, without many friends around. he would skip school to sit with his mother all day.  tuk, a nickname given by her friends for her sweet nature, used to teach, so she home-schooled -- hospital-schooled, in the literal sense -- than for a long period. sert was too much of a perfectionist for such arrangement, and than’s relationship with him began to crack. his elder brother, top, tried his best to maintain harmony.

things turned bright briefly during 2009 and 2010, and his mother was healthy enough to be discharged and stay at home. she was pregnant and gave birth to his sister tharm in early 2011, then her condition took a nose dive. shortly after, she passes away, leaving her husband and three children.

than had trouble socialising with classmates but no issue on the volleyball field, and so the sport quickly became his new comfort. he did his best not to fail his subjects but couldn’t reach the standard sert expected, further deepening the divide between them. soon enough, than would devote all his free time to volleyball, aiming to go professional after school. sert was mad but most of the time distracted by tharm, who began showing learning disabilities. since than was always away, top took care of tharm the most.

father-son tensions were at their boiling point in 2016, when than faked sert’s signature to apply to st sebastian, the school with an elite volleyball team destined to go pro, but failed to get in. stubborn and unwilling to accept defeat so soon, he went for the second best -- theppanya.

it was there he met puen, the begrudged captain with a personal mission to defeat an ex-teammate, singha, in the next national cup. than used to attack but was assigned to set for puen, their main spiker. initially unhappy with this arrangement, he only found determination to succeed because of puen’s constant provocation. at some point, the two bonded, and hostility softened into comradeship and eventually more.

CHARACTERISTICS:

As told by his zodiac, 

venus is the mouth -- kindly spoken, but dishonest he doesn’t admit to his weaknesses, and this stubborn pride often leaves him in and unconscious cycle of self harm. he lies to his father, mostly by omission, hoping to choose his own career.

sun is the heart -- unreliable temper has been an issue, a barrier that prevented him from having close friends. that coupled with his fluctuating family situation, he displays spikes of joy, agony or anger. he is eager to please, too, which easily ends up with promises he cannot keep.

mercury is the loins -- enough carnal desire urges leave him jittery and uneasy. that’s why he would rather tire himself on the volleyball court.

saturn and moon are the hands -- works quickly and efficiently smart, versatile and flexible, he is good with handy work. he generates incredible momentum, powered by unparalleled determination and competitiveness. he is also rash in making decisions.

mars and jupiter are the feet -- enjoys travelling life is more to one place, even though he longs for stability. as soon as his father showed the slightest sign of recognition, he pictures himself at the olympics one day. he wants to feel as much as possible. [ source ]

RELATIONS:

puen ( puenthai ปืนไท, ‘gun’ ) -- boyfriend, 19 years old the star spiker at theppanya. initially harsh and unreasonable but quickly realising he was deflecting his anger towards singha on than. his parents abandoned him when he was young, and his aunt didn’t want to take care of him. as soon as he could manage, he moved out and made his own living aside from volleyball practice. his father remarried, had another child, and puen was devastated to find that his father was capable of parenting, after all. however, upon discovering the divide between than and sert, puen secretly delivered tickets so sert and fah could witness how serious than was about his dream. while than promised puen to win the u18 cup for him, puen told him, ‘no need to promise, just try your best.’ when singha was hit by a car and in a coma, puen had a meltdown and lost his will to play. his friends -- jane, naw and leng -- all expressed concern and disappointment, and than was remarkably upset. the night before the final match against st sebastian, than went to puen’s place. ‘i’m still trying, are you?’ he said, referring to that promise. puen showed up, in the end, and theppanya gave their all. some young blood got hurt but they never lost spirit. they fought till the very end, and for the second time in a row, was crowned second. after the match, puen thanked than for being there. that night, puen found than training alone at the gym, saying he couldn’t sleep. the two practiced till dawn, and than admitted he would miss puen after he graduated. puen promised to return and play with him no matter what. a year later, when than finally lead theppanya to champion, he confessed. puen said yes, and they have been dating since then. 

singha ( kraisingha ไกรสิงห์, ‘famous lion’ ) -- puen’s best friend, 19 years old famous setter who transferred from theppanya to st sebastian after the u18 2015 cup. his style is fluid and comforming to whomever he is teamed with. while his fallout with puen lasted nearly a year, the two reconciled and made peace with their diverging paths. once puen’s emotional support, singha understands his struggles and short temper. after the 2016 cup, than visited him in private, and singha took the step to ask if than had feelings for puen but let the younger setter respond with blank confusion. than sees singha as a role model but also an imaginary rival, hoping one day to surpass singha in all ways. [ source / source ]

* surnames were only introduced to thai culture by the 1913 surname act, which prohibits any new surname duplicating the existing ones. any two people of the same surname must be related, and it is very rare for two people to share the same full name. i tried by best to read from my screencap, feel free to correct me if i misspelled his surname. [ source, screencap ]

#bio / THAN. #me: i dont wanna write bios-- #also me: writes this

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Tutor - OiSuga Weekend Day 2 - Different First Meeting AU

@ridzakun inspired this fic with some fantastic art that you can find here 

"You know, if you wanted to learn how to be better at volleyball, you could have just asked me, Takeru." Oikawa poked his nephew in the arm. "I am one of the best volleyball players, like, ever."

Takeru rolled his eyes. "You didn't volunteer as a volleyball tutor with my school."

"Yeah, but you could have just asked me instead of getting a tutor."

"I already told you, I didn't choose to have a tutor. He was assigned. It's a mentorship program. It's not my problem you didn't volunteer."

"But you didn't even tell me about the program! How was I supposed to know to volunteer?" Oikawa whined.

"Don't be a baby, Uncle Tooru." They were almost to the gym. "Besides, Sugawara-san knew about the program."

Oikawa stuck his tongue out at Takeru.

Takeru did it right back.

Not long after that they made it to the gym at Takeru's school. Despite his griping about not choosing to have a tutor for volleyball, Oikawa could tell the kid was excited about it. He clearly liked this 'Sugawara-san'. Takeru was almost vibrating with excitement when they got to the doors of the gym, which were open to allow airflow.

"SUGAWARA-SAN!" Takeru shouted, grabbing Oikawa's arm and using it for balance while jumping up and down in excitement. This, unfortunately, knocked Oikawa off balance, making him stumble a little. When he looked up, he finally saw Takeru's volleyball tutor.

Holy shit. Oikawa was so screwed.

Sugawara-san looked over when he heard Takeru's voice, which was when he noticed Oikawa. Oikawa felt his cheeks redden, knowing his first impression on this very attractive volleyball tutor was him stumbling at the tug of a middle schooler. They made brief eye-contact, before Sugawara-san looked back over at Takeru. "Ah, Takeru. You're just on time!"

Oh my God, his voice.

Oikawa was definitely screwed.

***

Oikawa picked up Takeru right on time. They were just finishing up a round of serves, which was apparently one of the areas where Takeru struggled. Takeru was poking Sugawara, apparently trying to goad him into doing something. “Come on, Suga-san! I want to see it again!”

“See what again?” Oikawa asked, making his presence known. Sugawara looked over at him with a borderline-plea in his eyes.

“Suga-san’s jump serve! He showed me earlier. It was sooo awesome!” Takeru was jumping up and down, turning back toward Sugawara to shoot him with puppy dog eyes. Those were hard to resist, Oikawa knew, because Oikawa was the one who taught it to him.

Oikawa raised an eyebrow. “Well, well, a jump serve?” Sugawara warily looked up at him from Takeru’s puppy dog eyes. “Let’s see it then.” Sugawara glared at him, but Oikawa only smiled.

Sugawara sighed, his shoulders sagging in resignation. Takeru cheered as Sugawara grabbed a ball from the basket. “It’s not actually that great,” Sugawara prefaced, already planning to disappoint.

“Are you kidding, Suga-san? You’re awesome!”

Sugawara shook his head. “By high school standards, my serves are pretty average, kiddo.”

Takeru rolled his eyes. “I doubt that.”

Sugawara smiled fondly. “Your uncle will confirm it for me after I’ve done it.” Sugawara looked over at Oikawa, still smiling. “Right, Oikawa-san?”

Oikawa shifted his weight, giving Sugawara a considering look with his hands in his pockets. “I’ll reserve my judgement till after the demonstration. For all I know, you’re some prodigy and I’ll have to eat my words.”

Snorting, Sugawara turned away from them and stepped up to the line. “I’m definitely no prodigy,” he said, and then he jumped and served the ball.

It had a beautiful arc, and it stayed in bounds for sure. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough power for it to truly be difficult to receive.  Oikawa nodded. “I hate to break it to you, Takeru, but your tutor is right. That’s pretty average. Good technique, but average.”

Takeru rolled his eyes. “You do it then. You’re the one who said you were ‘the best volleyball player, like, ever.’” He used air quotes. And a squeaky voice. Rude.

“I said I was one of the best, not the best. Besides, Sugawara-san is probably tired from dealing with you. We shouldn’t inconvenience him.” Part of Oikawa really wanted to demonstrate his awesomeness, but a lot of people got defensive when somebody one-upped them, and Oikawa didn’t want to have to deal with that, especially not with his nephew’s tutor.

“Actually,” Sugawara cut in, “I don’t mind.” He tossed Oikawa a ball. “Show me what you’ve got.” Oikawa took all of 1.3 seconds to observe the smirk on his lips and the mirth in his eyes before deciding that yes, Oikawa was going to absolutely crush him.

“Well, don’t you like a challenge… How refreshing.” He walked over to the line and gave Sugawara a blinding grin. “Okay! But you asked for it. Step aside, Mr. Refreshing.”

Sugawara rolled his eyes, but he moved over to stand next to Takeru. Oikawa dribbled the ball a few times and spun it in his hands. He purposely dragged out the whole thing to build suspense. He looked over and saw that both Sugawara and Takeru looked pretty bored.

Perfect.

Oikawa tossed the ball, took a few steps, and jumped. He slammed his hand into the ball and less than a nano-second later it was pounding into the court on the other side of the net. Just inside the back line.

Perfect.

There was silence in the gym for a moment as Oikawa surveyed his handiwork and the others stared in awe. Then Oikawa let out a pleased sigh and turned to his nephew and Sugawara. “Well, that turned out pretty well, don’t you think?” The picture of nonchalance. As if he hadn’t practiced that a million and a half times for the last two years to get it right. As if he wasn’t lucky it was in bounds because half the time it ended up smacking against the back wall. No big deal or anything.

Sugawara blinked at him a couple times, his jaw hanging slightly. After a second he shook his head, as if trying to jar himself back into sentience. “Wow, that was…” Sugawara blinked again. “What position do you play?”

“Setter,” Oikawa said smoothly. “For Aoba Johsai.”

Sugawara nodded slowly. “I’m the setter for Karasuno…” The name sounded familiar to Oikawa, but he couldn’t quite place it. Wasn’t that a public school there in Miyagi?

Sugawara turned to Takeru. “Why exactly am I your tutor if your uncle is the setter for Seijoh?”

Takeru shrugged, still a little dazed. “Because you’re cool and he’s annoying.” Apparently even when he was dazed he was a little shit.

“Mean, Takeru! How am I annoying?”

Apparently, that snapped Takeru out of his state of awe. “Because you’re you! And you’re obsessed with aliens!”

“Iwa-chan is obsessed with Godzilla and you don’t make fun of him!”

“That’s because Iwaizumi-san is cool.”

Oikawa’s face went white. “Betrayal,” he whispered. “Don’t ever tell him that. Ever.”

Takeru giggled, and Oikawa could see Sugawara smiling out of the corner of his eye. “Go shower, Takeru,” Oikawa said. “You smell terrible.”

Takeru groaned in annoyance, but he did as he was told. Oikawa helped Sugawara collect all the volleyballs strewn around the gym. “Thanks for the help,” Sugawara said as they got the last of them.

“No problem, Mr. Refreshing.”

Sugawara rolled his eyes. “So is Iwaizumi your boyfriend?”

Oikawa gave him side-eye. “Iwa-chan?” He snorted. “Yeah, no. Definitely not.”

“Oh. I just thought that, you know, since you call him ‘Iwa-chan’…”

“No, he’s just a childhood friend.” Oikawa grinned. “Actually, I mostly call him that because it annoys him.”

“Oh.” Oikawa couldn’t tell what Sugawara’s expression meant. He couldn’t tell what that ‘oh’ meant, either.

“Yep.” Cue awkward silence. Yay.

Luckily Takeru bounded back into the room just then, hair still dripping from his shower. “Uncle Tooru, can we get ice cream on the way home?”

“Sure, kiddo,” Oikawa said, nodding as he walked over to the door of the gym to join his nephew.

“Thanks for the lesson, Suga-chan!” Takeru called over his shoulder. Oikawa looked back and saw Sugawara waving goodbye, a broad smile on his face.

Maybe Oikawa wouldn’t mind walking Takeru to volleyball lessons more often.

***

Okay, so apparently ‘more often’ was literally every single time.

He hadn’t necessarily planned to do it that often, but he couldn’t really help it. His sister would ask if he was going to help out and then he’d think of Sugawara’s smile and he would volunteer on the spot. Plus, his sister really did need the help. She’d been working overtime a lot, so having one less thing on her plate made a world of difference.

So Oikawa walked Takeru to tutoring twice a week. Half the time he stayed for the whole two hours so he wouldn’t have to go and come back. He started out in the corner doing homework or reading a sci-fi novel, but by the end of the session he was helping out in one way or another. Sometimes he just received balls to help Takeru get better at keeping a volley going. Sometimes he set the ball for Sugawara so he could show Takeru the proper technique – or vice versa.

Probably about half the time, Oikawa injected himself into the session. Correcting a technique, making a comment, or volunteering to help with a demonstration. Other times Sugawara basically dragged him into it. One time Oikawa had been doing his math homework and he got hit in the face with a stray ball, and that led him to correct Takeru’s receiving technique.

And nine times out of ten, at some point, it would be just him and Sugawara, Takeru having gone off to take a shower or buy ice cream or just about any other thing imaginable. It was usually Oikawa who sent him away, trying for some alone time with Sugawara to get to know him better. Oikawa loved those times. It was a little awkward at first, but then they grew pretty comfortable with each other. Oikawa would like to say that he considered Sugawara a sort of friend now, though he admitted he’d like to do some very not-friend-like things. Like making out. He really wanted to do that.

Today Sugawara was the one to send Takeru on an errand, giving him enough money to buy all three of them popsicles. Takeru happily ran off to make the purchase, leaving the two of them alone. Oikawa immediately set to picking up the strewn volleyballs, as was their usual practice when left alone. However, after Oikawa dumped the first armful in the basket, he turned around to be face to face with Sugawara.

He cocked an eyebrow. “What’s up, Mr. Refreshing? Not going to help?”

Sugawara rolled his eyes. “Are you going to ask me out or not?”

Oikawa’s eyes went wide, and he took a step backwards, his back hitting the volleyball cart. “What, uh- what do you mean, Sugawara-san?”

“I mean you spent an accumulative hour today looking at my butt and I’m tired of waiting for you to man up and ask me out. Are you going to or not?”

Oikawa blinked. He opened his mouth, said nothing, and closed it again. “I don’t-“

“Oh, for the love of all things volleyball,” Sugawara interrupted him, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him in for a kiss.

Approximately three seconds later, they pulled apart. Oikawa knew he looked dazed, but he couldn’t really muster the energy to care about that at the moment. “Saturday.” Sugawara raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Are you free Saturday?”

Sugawara smiled. “In the afternoon. We have practice on Saturday mornings.”

Oikawa nodded, matching Sugawara’s smile. “Perfect. I’ll pick you up at 6.”

“Tooru, can you come help me? The popsicles are melting!”

The two of them jerked apart. Oikawa turned around, but Takeru wasn’t there. He was still outside the gym, unable to open the door with three melting popsicles in his hands. “Coming, Takeru!” Oikawa called back. He went to move, but Sugawara grabbed his hand.

“You can text me the details, yeah?” Sugawara was still smiling, but Oikawa could tell he was a little nervous. As if Oikawa was going to change his mind or something.

“Yeah, absolutely,” Oikawa said. He stepped in close and gave him a slow, sweet kiss. “I’ll steal your number from Takeru’s phone,” he said when they separated. Then he ran to let Takeru into the gym.

After they ate their popsicles and cleaned up the gym, the three of went outside, about to head in different directions to go home. “I’ll see you Saturday,” Sugawara called as he mounted his bike.

Oikawa’s grin was blinding. “Yeah, see you then!”

“What’s happening on Saturday?”

Oikawa looked down at Takeru with a smirk. “It’s a big kid thing. Volleyball stuff.”

“Oh,” Takeru’s interest was piqued. “Can I come?”

“Sorry, kiddo, high schoolers only.”

“I’m old enough!” Takeru crossed his arms indignantly.

“Not for this. You’ll get it when you’re my age, trust me.”

Takeru looked like he was going to complain again, but Oikawa cut him off. “Race you to the corner!” Then he took off, leaving Takeru in his dust.

#oisuga week 2018 #oisugaweek2 2018 #oisuga weekend #oisuga #fanfiction #fanfic #oikawa tooru #sugawara koushi #takeru

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Tips to Rock the Indo-Western Sherwani for Men

We're all aware that sherwanis are traditional attire. Indeed! The gorgeous, heavy-worked, royal-looking sherwanis were designed to make men look like kings and princes. And sherwanis, without a doubt, do their job with ease. Fashion progressed, but our love for sherwanis remained constant. The 'indo-western sherwani' has gotten a lot of attention, and we can't ignore it.

So, if you don't want to go for a traditional ethnic look, an Indo-Western sherwani is the best option for you. It is a perfect blend of western and ethnic styles, which makes it popular among fashion connoisseurs. By wearing this sherwani, you will appear to be a trend-setter with a distinct sense of style. Buttons, cuffs, stones, beads, and gems adorn Indo-Western sherwanis. These sherwanis come in a variety of shades, hues, and colours. When looking to buy a wedding sherwani online, keep in mind that the colour you choose must not clash with the colour of the bride's gown.

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Indo-western sherwanis have managed to keep up with the times and western style while retaining a traditional flair. People look up to elegance, right? With the help of this blog, we'll be suggesting some tips to rock the Indo-western sherwanis.

Not so Casual Colors:

Aside from the standard colours of black and white, there are pastel colours in the collection of Indo-western sherwanis that exude poise and royalty. Colors such as earthy beige, minty green, gracious grey, and ivory command all attention. Men who are getting married can look up 'groom sherwani online' or 'groom indo-western sherwani' for a variety of options.

Sophisticatedly Stylish:

Trying on different styles before settling on the one that best suits your personality is a win-win situation. You can wear sherwanis with jackets or just sherwanis in sophisticated pastel colours with a hint of heavy work. Even sherwanis with unusual cuts and designs and worn with printed lungi will make you stand out (figuratively).

Be the Monochrome Man:

It is fairly common for men to follow current fashion trends. However, if you want to try something new, this could be one of your options. The printed jacket with a collar worn over a plain kurta of the same colour makes it all worthwhile. With this magnificent combination, you have the potential to steal the show.

Get the ‘Aww, they are so good together’ compliments:

The complementary dresses of the bride and groom are something that would ideally be the icing on the cake at any wedding. Without a doubt, the colour combination makes the guests go Aww. You could go with a less common colour that will make your skin glow, such as mustard yellow, salmon, rose, silver, or icy light blue. These colours with contrast would be the icing on the cake. You could also choose a long sherwani for men with a different cut. The fashionable look will undoubtedly be the talk of the town.

Flaunt your Floral Fashion:

Not all men like or prefer the eye-catching floral print. Do you dare to wear it? There are men who adore flowers, and the floral print as a whole is a heartwarming look. Wear floral print with confidence and style, men. The indo-western sherwani worn over cotton vests has introduced a trial-and-error culture. There's nothing more to it than experimenting, followed by astounding results. This is one of the reasons why Indo-western sherwanis are quickly becoming the'style in comfort' collection.

You can, in fact, visit various online web stores to check out the latest collection for grooms, with a wide range of options to investigate and select from. We hope we were able to open your mind to a variety of styles that can be worn with your indo-western sherwani.

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